AZALEA’S POV The car raced through the dark streets, tires eating up the road like we were running from death itself. I sat in the back, pressed against Edwin’s side, my injured arm throbbing in time with my heartbeat. Every bump made the pain worse, but it was nothing compared to the fire crawling under my skin. “Slow down, Sorin,” Edwin growled, his arm tight around my shoulders. “If you crash, I’ll kill you myself.” Sorin glanced at us through the rearview mirror, smirking even though his knuckles were white on the wheel. “Relax, old man. We’ve got company on our tail. Two cars, maybe three. They’re not even trying to hide.” I twisted to look back. Headlights glowed in the distance, closing in fast. My stomach dropped. “They’re here for me, aren’t they?” Edwin turned my face back to him. His golden eyes were glowing faintly in the dark. “They’ll have to go through me first.” He brushed his thumb over my ch
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